Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.